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Iceman Fic: The Sister Project

Ladies and Gentlemen,

I would like to announce the creation of a Fic that has been coming for a very long time. After brainstorming it a few months ago with some fellow writers, I finally plotted and am writing a awesome, Multi chapter, Heart wrenching yet wonderful, Iceman romance. The love intrest being Caroles younger sister who comes in to help with Bradley and also Nicks funeral. I will keep everybody updated!

Hopefully y'all are excited about this because I am writing it anyway!

Lots of love,

Mongoose

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A Bob’s Burgers take on A Christmas Carol came to me in a vision and now I need it to be real

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THIS HAS LIVED IN MY HEAD FOR TEN YEARS

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Sugar Rush

Family is More Than Blood Masterlist

Summary: Carol needs advice on how to ask you on a date.

Warning: fluff, some amount of angst, mention of past abuse from the Red Room and Dreykov, Val is a good friend, everyone loves to tease the reader, gay panic

Word Count: 5.3k

Maybe Carol was overthinking it. This wasn’t foreign territory to her. It was easy for her to get a girl into bed with her. Yes, it built her a reputation as a playboy, but no one got hurt. In her eyes, she was entitled to a bit of fun after all the hell she’s been through. But you were different, so Carol needed to be different. Carol found you attractive. She believed anybody was an idiot if they failed to see your physical beauty. However, it was your heart that drew her in.

Her time was between patrolling the stars and helping the Avengers on Earth. Somehow, you were all Yelena talked about when she was at the compound. Since the fall of the Accords, Yelena has painted this picture of you. Her older sister gave herself up to Dreykov, so she and Natasha could be free. Carol was intrigued by you. She wondered how someone who was captured by the darkness so young and for so long was good.

It was easy for you to capture Carol on your web; she knew you had no idea what you were doing. At first, it was the way she caught you staring at her when she got done meeting with Steve. The blush on your cheek was Carol’s new favorite color. Then, it was the way you confronted the Widow after exposing her to the red dust. You opened your arms to her without hesitation. You comforted her and reassured her that it was not her fault.

At the bar, where you thankfully agreed to get a drink, it was your smile as you tried to hide it. The way your eyes lit up when you talked about your sisters. Even when she spoke of her life, you hung on every word she said.

What she told your sisters was true. She wanted to be your friend. If it led to more (which she hopped), then she would be grateful. But it would be on your timeline; she wouldn’t force you to do anything you weren’t comfortable with.

So here she was, on her ship and lost on what to do. You were visiting the compound for a few days, and it linked up to when Carol was coming back to Earth. Your friendship was growing through text messages or short phone calls. Carol wanted to plan something fun to do together. She called Valkyrie for help. Was it wise to call her ex-girlfriend and her first girlfriend since Monica? Unsure, but there weren’t other people she could ask. Besides, she and Val ended things on good terms; they were better off as friends. “Oh captain, my captain,” Val teased when the call connected and her hologram came up. “What do I owe the pleasure?” Carol rolled her eyes.

“Am I interrupting?”

“Oh, you are, but being a king is trying work,” she sighed dramatically. “What do you need? You never call.” She winced and made a mental note to be better at that.

“I need advice.”

“Is this about the Black Widow you fancy?” Val asked.

“I don’t fancy her,” she stood up from her bed and moved around her ship. “Also, who says fancy anymore?” Val laughed. “But yes, it’s about her,” she picked up a toy for Goose and threw it. The flerken ran after it. “I want to plan something but don’t know what to do.” Val hummed.

“Is the endgame to sleep with her?” Carol slapped her hand against her forehead. “What?” Val asked while laughing. “It’s a valid question, and depending on the answer, I could give different options,” Carol sighed, picked up the toy Goose brought back, and threw it again.

“Yes,” she admitted. “But not right away. She’s special, Val, and I don’t want to fuck this up like I normally do. If I do, I will have two very pissed-off Black Widows after me,” Carol paused. “3 if her mother decides to join in on the hunt,” Val laughed so hard, she almost fell out of her chair. The sound made Carol smile. Val was a pain in her ass sometimes, but she was grateful for her.

“Goodness, I forgot how funny you are.” Carol wasn’t sure if that was a compliment, so she kept her comments to herself. “So we want friendship to possible lovers’ date ideas, right?”

“Yes,” Carol sighed, shaking her head. She was starting to regret asking Val.

“And she’s the one who gave herself up for her sisters,” Carol hummed. “Heroic,” Val was silent beside the click of her pen, and she leaned back in her chair. So Carol kept throwing the toy for Goose. “Take her to an arcade.”

“An arcade?” Carol questioned, froze mid-throw, and looked at Val’s hologram. The flerken yelled at her, so she threw it at him. Val was leaning on her desk with her hands crossed.

“Yeah, she’s probably never been to one. You guys can be all cute and competitive; then you can woo her by winning her a prize.”

“I hate you,” Carol deadpanned, but it wasn’t a bad idea.

“No, you don’t, or you wouldn’t have called me,” she had a point. “Let me know how it goes.”

“Thanks, Val,” Carol smiled. “I’ll come visit soon.”

“Bring the new boo thang,” Carol hung up before Val could say anything. Sighing, she sat down in her chair with her hands over her eyes. She felt a little silly, acting like a teenager with a crush. But she was nervous and a little anxious, and these were feelings she wasn’t used to. Goose ran over and jumped on her lap, rubbing his head against her hand to get the captain to pet him. Carol smiled.

“Maybe I should take you with me. She does want to meet you,” the flerken meowed. “Do you promise not to eat any of them?” Immediately, Goose jumped off her lap. “That does not provide me with any confidence.”

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“Hey stranger,” you turned around from your spot in the kitchen to see Carol. While you were in Russia, you missed your sisters. You missed spending time with Wanda, but you missed Carol the most. These feelings were something you were still trying to understand. While apart, your friendship was forged over text messages and phone calls. You worried your friendship wasn’t going to work in person.

“Did you bring him?” You asked. Carol shook her head but chuckled at your frown.

“Stark doesn’t like Goose,” she said and took half of the sandwich you made. You could give two fucks about Stark’s feelings. You wanted to meet the cat or Flerken or whatever. “Goose tried to eat him last time.”

“Good,” you shrugged. “He probably deserved it.” Carol laughed and took a bite. “Is it good?” The captain nodded with a smile. You rolled your eyes and took a bite of your half. She was right. It was good. Another thing about the compound is that your food was never safe.

“Do you have plans for tonight?” Usually, you would spend it with whoever wanted to watch a movie or play video games.

“Nope,” you said. “Do you want to do something?” You watched her smile grow, and you enjoyed it.

This is the first time you’ve done this. You only looked at someone and enjoyed their mannerisms by analyzing every detail for a mission. Slowly, you were unlearning those behaviors while leaving with the Avengers. Wanda liked tea before she went to bed. Steve always had a sketchbook next to him. When Yelena was nervous or anxious, she played with the rings on her fingers.

You liked learning about Carol. When she was reading over a mission report, she was spinning a pen between her fingers. Her eyes would light up when she was asked about Monica or Goose because she loved them both. She was playful, snarky, and wasn’t afraid to tease your sisters or Tony. “Do you want to go somewhere with me?” She asked.

“Do I get to know where we are going?” you countered. Carol shook her head. “It sounds like you are kidnapping me,” the captain smirked.

“Do you think I could kidnap you and get away with it?” You shrugged. It would be a challenge, but it would be fun. Besides, she could not get very far. Carol laughed.

“Do you trust me?” It went against your training to trust anyone, but you wanted to trust her.

“Yes,” you answered.

“Good, wear something casual, and I’ll pick you up at 5,” she winked at you, leaving you alone in the kitchen. You shook your head with a smile and ignored the way her playful gesture filled your stomach with butterflies. Instead of focusing on the upcoming hang-out with Carol, you began to clean the kitchen. It was a simple task that kept your mind busy and present. You were so distracted that you didn’t realize someone else entered the kitchen.

“Why are you cleaning?” You jumped at the sound of Wanda’s voice. “I am going to brag for years that I was able to sneak up on you,” you rolled your eyes at the witch and splashed water at her before drying your hand. “That was uncalled for.”

“Are you hungry? I can make you something quick,” you said, ignoring her question by opening the fridge and pretending to look through it. But you felt her eyes on your back. “Stop that,” you said.

“Then answer my question,” you sighed and closed the fridge. Wanda sat on a chair, and you leaned against the counter. Thankfully, Wanda gave you time to collect your thoughts. It seemed wild that these people cared about you when you hadn’t been in the compound for long. It was a feeling you were getting used to. You’ve been on your own for so many years. Sighing, you twisted the ring your sisters gave you for your birthday.

“Carol asked if I wanted to hang out tonight, and I said yes,” you said slowly.

“You guys hand out all the time,” Wanda said with a slight tilt of her head. That was true. If you weren’t with Wanda or your sisters, you were with Carol.

“Her asking me felt different,” you told her. “I think she asked me on a date.” A smile grew on the witch’s face.

“Finally!” She threw her arms in the air. “I’ve been so tired of listening to her thoughts whenever you guys are in the same room.” You felt your body heat up.

“She thinks about me?” You questioned.

“All the time,” she answered honestly. “Some thoughts aren’t very PG,” you groaned and snapped a towel at her. Wanda laughed and took your weapon of choice. “I will be fine,” she said. “Besides, she is in your mind just as much, if not more.” You flipped Wanda off as she took an orange from the fruit bowl and left.

You tried to keep your thoughts at bay around Wanda. Yelena told you the story of how they met the witch. You trusted her, especially since your sisters did, but your mind was filled with so much bloodshed you caused that you did not want to subject her to that. Of course, she was right. Carol always seemed to be on your mind. Maybe it wasn’t a bad thing after all.

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“An arcade?” you questioned and looked at Carol. You stood at the entrance, amazed by the sounds and lights.

“Yeah, I thought it would be fun and a little competitive.” Carol walked over to the counter and bought two game cards from the high schooler. You were busy looking at the lights flashing and the sounds of the games. “Is this okay?” she asked and handed you a card that looked like an ID.

“I’ve never been to one,” you followed her to where the prizes were. They had candy, stuffed animals, and fidget toys. Above everything else were the more expensive prizes like game consoles and household products. You weren’t sure what a kid would do with an air fryer. “There was one in the mall in Ohio, but I wasn’t allowed to go in.” You were so jealous of the kids that were running around being kids.

“Is this okay?” Her question snapped you of your thoughts. She looked concerned.

“I’m gonna kick your ass in that shooting game I saw.”

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You won the shooting game, but she got more tickets than you. Combined, you had enough for a small teddy bear that she gave to you, and after the arcade, she took you to dinner for food. You had a great time. Not that you feared you wouldn’t, but this felt different. You weren’t afraid to hide your glances at her as you watched her concentrate on the silly games. She was adorable, and the smile on your face hurt your cheeks.

“Hey,” Carol’s gentle voice pulled you out of sleep. “We are back at the compound.” You opened your eyes and blinked away the sleep.

“Shit, sorry, I didn’t mean to fall asleep,” you rubbed your eyes and Carol smiled.

“It’s fine,” she said and turned off the car. You looked cute.” It was reflexes when you punched her arm softly, but you felt your body heat up at the compliment. Her laughter followed you as you exited the car with her teddy bear in hand. Out of the car, you heard the weather—the pounding of the rain against the walls. There was the distinct sound of thunder.

“It’s raining,” you said.

“Yup,” Carol closed the door of the car. “We seemed to have followed the storm.” A smile grew on your face. “Why are you smiling?” You loved the rain. You loved laying in bed and listening to the weather back in Ohio. Sooner rather than later, Yelena would end up in your but that moment of peace you cherished. Without answering, you placed your prize on the car’s roof and walked to the garage door. The hum of the garage opener filled the silence. Then, the smell of petrichor filled your lungs. “What are you doing?”

You glanced over your shoulder with a mile and walked up the driveway. Immediately, the rain soaked your clothes. A gasp left your lips as the temperature of the rain startled you. Soon, your body got used to the cold. “You are going to get sick,” Carol said with a smile and crossed arms.

“I can’t get sick,” it was a half-truth. It was more challenging for you to get sick. “You can come keep me warm,” you smirked. You held your breath as you watched Carol think it over. Maybe you were being too forward. Perhaps all she wanted was to be friends. The captain shook her head. With a smile, she ran up the ramp and into you. You laughed as you wrapped your arms around her neck, and she spun you in a circle. Carol placed you on the ground. Your laughter died down, and you stared at her lips.

You couldn’t remember your first kiss. It was before Ohio, you thought - a short kiss between you and another Window. As you got older, kissing was used as a tool. You would make out with a target and slip a sedative in their drink. Now you wanted to kiss someone and have it mean something. That scared you. Would kissing her change what you already had? You would rather stay friends than ruin it.

“Tag your it,” you said, tagged the Avenger, and ran off. Running seemed like the more straightforward thing to do.

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Carol sighed and stepped out of the bathroom. Her hair was still wet from the shower, but she had time to dry and style it. Her phone rang when she changed into gray pants and a white sports bra. “Hey Val,” she said, placing the phone on speaker. “I find it rude that you aren’t at this party.” Val laughed.

“Maybe Stark shouldn’t plan something so last minute,” Val had a point. “Turn on your camera. Let me see what you are wearing.” Carol rolled her eyes and placed her phone against the lamp to turn on the camera. She was finishing buttoning her white shirt when her friend’s face appeared on the phone. “I like the gray suit,” she wiggled her eyebrows. “Is she going to be there?”

“Not sure,” Carol stood in the bathroom to dry her hair and brushed it out. “She’s returning from a mission. Nat isn’t sure if she’ll be back.”

“But you are still trying to look hot,” Carol shrugged.

“Always good to be prepared,” she returned to the closest to put on her gray vest. It was more than just looking good. She felt confident in this suit. After the almost kiss in the raid, she needed all the confidence she could get.

“What’s wrong?” Val asked. “If you keep frowning like that, you will get more wrinkles.” The captain flipped her friend off. “So what’s the matter?” Carol sighed.

“We almost kissed last week, and we haven’t hung out since then,” she told her. “I don’t want to force her into something she isn’t ready for. I’d rather be friends than lose her.” Val was watching her closely.

“You aren’t forcing her, Carol,” she said. “If she did not like you, she wouldn’t hang out with you. " That was true, but Carol was worried. She is her own person.” You were, and Carol was lucky to see glimpses of the person you were becoming. “Goodness, you have it bad for her.”

“Shut up,” Carol mumbled, but she did not deny it. “I’ll talk to you later.”

“Let me know how it goes!” Carol waved and ended the call. She had it bad for you, and it was so worth it.

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“There she is!” Yelena cheered. Carol watched the blonde run over to you. Something short-circuited in Carol’s brain. It wasn’t her proudest moment; the way her jaw dropped, a bit of her drink fell down her chin.

“Damn, you got it bad, Danvers,” Steve laughed and handed her a napkin. Carol snatched it out of his hand.

“Language, soldier,” but he wasn’t wrong. It was hard not to look at you. She saw the politicians glance your way. The red dress highlighted your figure with a thigh slight and spaghetti straps. She could tell you were wearing little makeup, but you never needed it, in her opinion. Steve chuckled.

“Maybe you should tell her how you feel,” he said. “You never know what could happen”. Carol looked at Steve and then back at you. Natasha and Maria joined the small group around you. You caught her looking, and you waved. She raised her glass to you with a smile. It was embarrassing how often she thought about kissing you or holding you in her arms. But she promised your sisters and herself she would take it slow and not force you.

“Yeah,” she whispered. “Maybe you’re right.”

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God, you hated parties with politicians. The dress wasn’t helping your situation, but when Sonya discovered your slight crush on Carol, she suggested the red dress. It was working. Her eyes were on you as soon as you arrived, but she hadn’t moved toward you. You sat at the table with your back to the wall, nursing a rum and coke. Yelena was with Sam and Wanda. Natasha was talking with some politicians whose names you couldn’t remember. You weren’t worried. She could handle herself around men like this. Men who valued power over personal values. It was hard to find a good politician these days. Maria and Steve were with her.

Honestly, you were so exhausted - mind, body, and soul - which wasn’t helping your mood. The past three days were late nights chasing down Widows, exposing them to the red dust, and then helping them settle. All you wanted to do was crawl into bed and sleep for a week, but luck was not on your side. Tony was having a party with a few politicians. You could have gone back to Russia, but it was packed with Widows, and you would get no rest with Alexei being annoying. So, the compound was the best option. Even though Yelena wanted to see you at the party. “Well, well, well,” a man said, walking over to you. He was drinking an old fashion. “Mind if I join you?”

“It’s all yours, sir. " He smiled and took the empty seat. I don’t believe we’ve been introduced.”

“David Palmer,” he extended his hand for you to shake. Before you could introduce yourself, he cut you off. “I know who you are,” you said, keeping your smile on your face and tapping into your training. To everyone here, you were a businesswoman from Boston. The fewer people who knew you were with the Avengers, the better.

“Who am I, Mr. Palmer?” You asked and sipped on your drink. You saw Carol looking at you over the man’s shoulder.

“You are Dreykov’s spider,” he whispered as if he were telling you a secret. You felt the hairs on the back of your neck stand up, but you kept on smiling. It was only a matter of time before you ran into someone who knew your past. You wished it wasn’t happening here. You circled the liquid in your glass and leaned back in the chair with your right leg crossed over your left. His eyes trailed up and down your body.

“If I am who you think I am,” you said. “What will you do with that information, Mr. Palmer?” He sipped on his drink and looked around the party.

“Do they know?” He questioned. “Do they know everything you did for him?” Natasha and Yelena knew a fraction of what occurred between you and Dreykov. But you wanted to keep that a secret for the others, especially Carol. “I’m guessing they don’t because you are among the heroes here.”

“What do you want, Palmer?” You asked. You were done with being nice. He wanted something. It was the only reason he was here. David placed a hand on your thigh. You fought your instincts not to break every one of his fingers. You hated the way his hand felt on you.

“Just one night with you,” he said. “Or I won’t go to the press. No one will know that the Avengers are harboring a killer.” His hands squeezed the flesh of your thigh. “You can imagine how bad that would look for them.”

They would lose their credibility with the public. Everything would be questioned. As for you, well, you could not care. You had to protect them, but you hated the idea of sleeping around to keep a secret. “Thank you, Mr. Palmer, but I’d have to decline your very generous offer.” You removed his hand and stood up. Before you could walk away, he grabbed your hand and pulled you back, flesh to his chest.

“Do you think you are better than us, slut?” He asked. You’ve dealt with men like this before. Men that weren’t used to hearing no. “You are a nobody without the men that made you. So get on your knees and start serving me.”

Before you reconnected with your sisters, you would have done it. You would have gotten on your knees and pleased him because that was how you were trained. You were different now. Your life was different, and you hated the way this man touched you. You twisted out of his hold and grabbed a pressure point on his wrist. The man crumbled to his knees. The irony. “It’s not nice to grab someone if they don’t want to be touched.” You felt the eyes of everyone at the party. You were causing a scene.

You quickly turned around, put your half-finished drink on the bar, and walked to the stairs to the roof. Even with the Red Room gone, that place was still haunting you.

You liked the way the cold weather felt on her arms. It was like a gentle embrace, a crisp and refreshing touch that awakened your senses. The air’s chill contrasted with your skin’s warmth, creating a delightful shiver. There was a sense of tranquility in the coolness, a quiet calm that settled over everything. Each breath you took felt clearer and purer. “What did he say to you?” Carol asked, walking up behind you.

“Nothing, I haven’t heard before,” you answered, not looking at her. Even when she stood next to you.

“You can tell me if it would make you feel better.” You shook your head.

“I don’t want you to look at me differently,” you admitted. She was quiet as you both stared into the vast darkness.

“I could never,” you glanced at her, and she looked at you. “Do you need a hug?” she asked. You nodded, and she was quick to pull you into a hug. Her warmth was intoxicating. Your body relaxed, and muscles loosened as if you had shredded a heavyweight. Her hug felt safe, a sanctuary where you could feel relaxed and at ease. “I almost punched him,” she broke the beat of silence that passed between you and her.

“Better you than me. He’s a slimy piece of shit,” her chest vibrated as she laughed.

“Oh, I know. I hated how he looked at you,” so did you. It was like you were a piece of meat to him. Then again, it wasn’t a look you were unfamiliar with. You pulled out of the hug to look at her better. “You do look stunning in this dress, by the way,” you smiled and fixed her tie and gray vest that you had messed up from the hug.

“You don’t look half bad yourself, Captain.” You liked the way her cheeks blushed. “I wore this for you, by the way,” you walked away, fingers running across the metal railing. You felt her eyes on your back.

“Wait, wait,” she jogged to catch up. “What did you mean by that?” You shrugged as she gently grabbed your wrist but immediately let go of you. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have grabbed you.” You frowned at her statement. You offered her your hand, and she took it. “Why did you wear this dress for me?” She asked. You concentrated on the way your hand felt against hers. Her hand was rough but warm. It showed years of hard work.

“I wanted you to notice me,” you whispered.

“Notice you?” Carol questioned. “I am always noticing you. I can’t keep my eyes off of you,” a small squeak left the back of your throat. Carol smiled. “Do you want to go on a date?”

“Like a date-date?” You questioned. “Not as friends, but maybe as something more.”

“Do you want to be something more?” The question stumped you. But Carol was patient and played with the ring your sisters gave you on your finger. Did you want more? Did you want to go on dates? To fall asleep in her arms? To wake up to the feeling of her lifts on your skin? The idea terrified you. Before Carol, you ‘dated’ two other people. One was a girl in your class in Ohio. You both were too young to understand what it meant. The second person was a Red Room guard who trusted the man’s loyalty. He failed, so he was killed. There was a brief moment when you thought you were in love with the Winter Solider, but Carol could be different.

She would be someone without the influence of the Red Room, someone who understood a life of fighting, someone who could like you and look based on the scars on your body and the blood on your hands. “Yes,” you finally said. “But I’m not sure if I’ll be good at this,” Carol smiled and hugged you again. Immediately, you slummed into her warmth.

“I’m in the same boat,” she chuckled. “We can learn together.” Her lips briefly touched your forehead. The spot tingled, and it made you smile.

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Your eyes closed as soon as your back hit your bed. Carol walked you to your room, kissed you on the cheek, and wished you a good night. You were frozen to the spot for a split second, and touched your cheek. Finally, you entered your room, showered, changed, and flopped onto the bed. The exhaustion of the past few days was catching up to you. But your eyes were forced open when there was rapid knocking on your door. “Come in,” you called out. The door opened. Suddenly, a body jumped on you, and blonde hair covered your vision. You groaned. “Get your fat ass off of me,” you pushed your sister off, and she fell onto the floor with a grunt.

“First of all, I am not fat,” she stood up. “Second, you are just jealous of this ass.” You rolled your eyes, and she sat next to you. “We wanted to make sure you are okay.” You pushed yourself up to your elbows and saw Natasha. Your sisters were changed and freshly showered.

“Stark threw that jackass out, and Maria is working on getting him removed from office,” it was a start, and you were grateful they were taking it seriously. But you knew it was only a matter of time before another dirty politician took his place.

“I’m okay,” you told your sisters. You watched Natasha close the door and sit down next to you. “What he said to me is stuff I’ll always hear.” You were numb to all of it. You’ve been called a monster, a slut, a killer. Everything from A to Z was thrown at you. It was something you were used to.

“I thought Carol was going to kill him,” Yelena said. “Steve had to stop her.” The mention of Carol made you smile, biting your lip, which Natasha noticed.

“What happened on the roof?” You shrugged, but the smile gave you away. Natasha nudged your shoulder with hers. “Come on, tell us.”

“She asked me on a date,” you said slowly. “And I said yes.”

“You said yes?” Yelena questioned. You nodded. There was silence before Yelena squealed and put her arms around you. She shook you from side to side.

“You and Natasha could go on double dates,” Honestly, that was the last thing you wanted to do. You pushed Yelena to the floor again. “Stop doing that!” You laughed and looked at the redhead. You weren’t sure why you looked for Natasha’s approval.

“I’m so happy for you,” she squished your cheeks. “Look at you dating. I love seeing you all happy,” you pushed her hands away and glared at her. That was payback for your teasing with Maria.

“I hate you,” you deadpanned. Natasha smiled. She stood up and moved to the top of your bed. “What are you doing?” You asked.

“You need sleep,” she answered. “Melina said it had been a long few days.”

“Alright, Mom,” you crawled up to the headboard. “Are you going to tuck me in?” She flicked your forehead. “Fuck off!” You said and rubbed the spot she flicked.

“Move over,” Yelena said, pushing you to the bed’s edge.

“I’m gonna need some room, too,” Natasha added. Yelena pushed closer to you, and Natasha laid down next to her. “You need a bigger bed.”

“I wasn’t expecting sleepovers all the time,” you said, closing your eyes and slowly falling asleep to the steady beat of Yelena’s heart. Then you felt Natasha’s hand on your shoulder. You opened your eyes to see Natasha looking at you.

“I hope you know we don’t think you are any of those things that man called you,” she whispered. “No one here does.” You forced a smile.

“Thank you, Nat,” you whispered. “Now go to sleep,” she chuckled, and you closed your eyes. It did not matter what they thought of you. You knew who you were. You knew you were a killer. The blood on your hands runs deep. No matter how often you tried washing your hands, the blood remained.

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nick fury and his adoptive murderer daughters 💗

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Am I reading this wrong or did Charles Dickens write a woman acting as her brother’s boyfriend’s beard into the Fezziwig ball

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Masterlist

Fluff>☆ Angst>꩜ Spicy>ꨄ︎ Suggestive>❀

Daryl Dixon🏹

{Pre-Apocalypse}

Best Friend> ☆

Not the Only One> ꩜

Not the Only One Part.2> ꩜☆

{Season 1}

Connection> ☆

Always You> ☆

Conflict> ☆

My Before> ☆

Found You> ☆

{Farm Era}

Hurt Part.1> ꩜ ☆

Hurt Part.2> ꩜ ☆

Hurt Part.3> ꩜ ☆

Sleepover> ☆

Never Be Alone> ☆

Missing> ꩜☆

Precious> ☆

My Man> ꨄ︎

{Prison Era}

Jealous> ꩜ ☆

Prison Attack> ꩜ ☆

Brother Trouble> ꩜ ☆

Cold Nights> ☆

Pain Reliever> ☆

Caught> ꨄ︎

Scared & Sick> ☆

Scared & Sick Pt.2>꩜☆

Both> ꨄ︎+ Rick

Both Part.2> ꨄ︎☆

Migraine> ꩜☆

Searching> ꩜☆

Puppy Love> ☆

{Terminus Era}

Tired> ꩜ ☆

Reunion> ꩜

Peach> ☆

Hurting> ꩜☆

Finding You> ꩜☆

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The Spiders Sister - Chapter 7

Summary: As the party dies down the avengers spend some time bonding and peter joins them for the team bonding.

TW: Alcohol (that’s it I think)

Words: 2196

A/n I finally found time to write again and so I present to you this band new chapter \(>u<)/. Enjoy. Also, I know I said I would post it as one long chapter but … ig I lied? We are getting to the secret reveal soon. Only about one or two more chapters until we find out what the Parker’s are hiding. I’m so mad cuz I wrote the next chapter, but it didn’t save so I have to rewrite it which is why I’m just posting what I have here and why it’s taken so long sorry guys.

After you were led around and introduced to some more people Wanda and Nat led you back to the small area from before with a couple couches. By now the party had begun to die down with most of the guests, or who peter referred to as Stark Industries NPC’s, leaving for the night.

As you settled on a couch with the others it was now just the team, most of which you had been introduced to by now. Some introductions had been rather short but yo were working with these people so you would defiantly have time to get to know them better. Some of them you would be even living with.

The night had been a success for the most part. Earlier Thor had arrived along with his promise of asgaurdian liquor. After consulting with JARVIS it was confirmed that your metabolism was a match to Steve’s meaning you could stomach the god’s alcohol without getting poisoned.

This had of course led to you getting properly drunk or at least on the way to it, for the first time since the bite. Unfortunately, Nat had caught onto your plan rather easily and cut you off much to your displeasure.

Now with the team spread out across the couches, most with a drink in had or some assortment of fruity cocktail the banter had picked up as the music had died down and the guests all left.

“So, spider-kid whats your story?” Bucky asked and you adjusted your position on the couch suddenly feeling a little nervous with all eyes now on you. You felt a hand squeeze yours as you looked over, seeing wanda giving you an encouraging nod from where she held your hand beside you on the couch.

“Not much different to Peter.” You said.

“But somewhat different, right?” Sam said.

“Well … yeah.” You shrugged. “Same old spider bite, different powers, different life choices.” You said with a vague noncommittal shrug.

“So, where you been all this time?” Steve asked in a kind way.

“Queens.” You shrugged. “Small apartment, big rent, crap job until I started my own business, then I was planning on moving but you guys decided to level my apartment block to save people.” You shrugged.

“Sorry about that.” Steve said.

“I’m sure you’ll make it up to me.” You grinned sipping the soft drink Nat had given you instead of alcohol.

“Hey, I let you live here, didn’t I?” Tony said with a grin.

“But you did kind of destroy all her stuff Mr stark.” Peter said from where he had snuck in and sat down unnoticed.

“Hey, you're not supposed to be at these.” Tony said. “And I bought her new stuff.”

“Its just the team Mr Stark nobody else is here. Can I stay please?” Peter begged looking at you to back him up and pouting when you threw your hands up.

“I don’t know May said no alcohol.” He begun and suddenly May piped up making stark jump.

“Its fine Tony, just don’t give him any and keep an eye on him.” She said from where she was sat with pepper.

“Jesus woman. I forgot you were here. Don’t scare me, I have a heart condition you know.” Tony said as somewhere in the background sam continued laughing at him.

“Pepper said I could stay the night, and we could have a girl's day tomorrow.” May said grinning.

“Sounds like some shenanigans I want nothing to do with. I assume it will be at my expense.” Tony said sounding amused.

“Of course.” Pepper said.

“Wouldn’t have it any other way.” May added.

“I’ll drink to that.” Nat said and raised her glass.

As everyone took a swig of their respective drinks you realised why peter liked it so much here. It was a family. A real family. Sure, May did her best and you would always have a special bond only blood could give but this was the goofy family you never had.

“Wait so I’m confused, is she an avenger or not?” Clint asked seemingly asking the question on everyone’s mind.

“Can I answer that one Mr Stark.” Peter piped up.

“Sure kid.” Tony said.

“Welcome to the team Y/n/n.” Peter said with a big grin.

“Really?” You asked feeling this was all very offical.

“Damn right kid. We’d be stupid to not add another spider to the team.” Steve said with a smile.

“Plus, I already made you a suit. Ai and all.” Tony said.

“Thanks, tony.” You said with a big smile plastered across your cheeks.

“I have just one question…” Sam said with a shit-eating grin.

“What is it Mr Falcon?” Peter asked missing the look on Sam’s face.

“Who’s stronger?” Sam finished looking curious. “We already know spider boy is stronger than capsicle. But what about the other spider?” A few nods went around the room before Bucky spoke up.

“Arm wrestle.” He posed and you looked over at peter, flashing him a grin as he slouched in his seat.

“Ok.” You said and peter nodded.

Everyone crowded around the coffee table as peter and you sat down on the floor face each other.

“Standard rules. Ready?” Steve said as both you and peter positioned your arms on the table. Steve placed his hand over your clasped fists.

“Don’t break the table this time.” May said loud enough for people to hear and peters cheeks heated up while you snickered.

“3… 2 … 1… go!” Steve let go of your hands and straight away it begun leaning towards a win for you. Peters arm was shaking as he tried to fight back. With barely an inch between peters hand and the table the position flipped.

You were sure people had placed bets by now. Nat and Sam were cheering you on while Bucky had yet to forget the incident at the airport and placed his bet on peter.

You were on the defence now, with peter bringing your hand almost back up to the midway point. As it began to tilt in a bad direction for you with a burst of strength you slammed peters hand down on the table winning the match. Sam cheered and Nat smirked.

Standing up and brushing off invisible dusty from your lap Nat came to your side and pressed a chaste kiss to your cheek.

“My victor. Thanks for the easy twenty I just made.” She said and your cheeks were blazing as you retreated to your seat from earlier as everyone went back to their places.

“But can the spider's sister also lift the hammer?” Thor boomed as he patted your brother's shoulder while peter smirked. Everyone knew peter could wield the magical asgaurdian hammer.

You looked at Thor with a mischievous glint in your eyes.

“Is that a dare big man?” You asked with a grin curling up the edges of your lips.

“And if it is lady Parker?” Thor asked with a challenging tone.

“Well, if it is I never back down from a dare.” You said the look on your face never faltering.

“Then it is a date lady Parker.” Thor said removing his hand from Peter’s shoulder and clapping them together and rubbing his hands in anticipation.

“Ready to look like an idiot spider boy?” You asked looking at Peter who was starting to loose his confident look. He knew you had a heart of gold.

By now all eyes were on you, Peter and Thor.

“Alright pointbreak I put two hundred on the girl spider.” Tony said.

His words catching you off guard as you took a sip of your drink making it go down the wrong way as you choked and coughed. Making a few people laugh.

“Dollars?” You exclaimed once you got your breath back.

“No, I meant seashells.” Tony sassed rolling his eyes.

“I’ll take that.” Bucky said. “I say she can’t get it to budge.”

Soon there was a chorus of voices as everyone places their bets. Tony had, at some point, gotten Jarvis to start taking notes of who bet what and how much.

Once all the bets were done all eyes turned back to you and Thor.

“Alright lord of lightning.” Tony began, “where’s the magic screwdriver.”

“One second.” Thor boomed. Holding out his hand the sound of breaking glass came from across the compound before the hammer smashed through the wall and slotted perfectly into Thor’s open fist.

“Thor! I told you to stop doing that.” Tony said as he dispatched the iron legion to fix the hammer shaped holes in the walls.

“Apologies Stark it appears I have forgot again.” Thor said looking sheepish and slightly tipsy from the alcohol he brought from his home realm.

Before anyone else could complain about the new holes in the wall Thor places the hammer down on the table. Peter’s smirk began to waver at the look of confidence on your face. Yet internally you were nervous. Were you about to make yourself look like an idiot in front of everyone?

Taking a deep breath you attempted to steady your nerves. Thor brandished a hand in the direction of the hammer, inviting you to pick it up.

Steeling your nerves and steaming the quake in your hands you reached out and brushed your hand over the cool leather that the handle was bound in.

Taking a breath, you wrapped your fingers around the hilt and gently began to tug. The hammer moved as if it weighed nothing more than a few feathers. A collective noise halfway between a cheer and an audible groan came from the spectators as people either made or lost money on the events of the past few seconds.

You tossed the hammer lightly in the air as it spun a full three-sixty before you caught it again by the hilt.

“Lady Parker congratulations are in order.” Thor said looking giddy as he found another person who could wield the hammer. You had a wide grin on your face feeling pretty special for once.

“Why exactly?” You asked not entirely aware of the legend that surrounded your actions.

“Oooo she don’t know.” Sam said before Bucky lightly slapped him to get him to shut up. Sam glared at Bucky as he rubbed his arm, Bucky however seemed unaffected as he shrugged unapologetically at Sam who poked his tongue out at Bucky who pretended not to see.

“Well, lady Parker, they say those who wield the hammer are fit to rule Asgard.” Thor said and you looked excited for a second before groaning.

“What is it?” Wanda asked feeling the slight annoyance and hesitation rolling off your psyche.

“Ew…” you muttered shivering dramatically.

“What?” Nat said reiterating Wanda’s earlier statement.

“I don’t wanna be eternally ruling alongside my little brother. He’d probably need to be babysat the whole time.” You whined making everyone chuckle while peter looked offended.

“I don’t need babysitting.” Peter piped up.

“Kid I had to put an AI in your suit to babysit you after a building fell on you. She’s not wrong.” Tony said and Peter frowned.

“Hey, you gave me one too.” You protested.

“That’s to help you, it doesn’t have snitch programs in it.” Tony said smirking at Peter.

“Yeah, plus I use Jarvis to babysit Tony.” Pepper said smirking over the rim of her wineglass as she took another sip.

“What?!” Tony spluttered. “Hey Jarvis! Is this true?”

“No boss.” Jarvis said not missing a beat.

“I programmed him to say that.” Pepper said adding her two cents.

“It that true j?” Tony asked again.

“No boss.” Jarvis said

“Liar.” Tony grumbled.

May and pepper giggled as they clinked glasses, those two always seemed to be causing trouble. They had gotten quite close after Tony had reduced peppers hours for stark industries, claiming she worked too much and needed more time to “have a life” as he put it.

Naturally Pepper had taken to spending more time with May whilst Tony mentored Peter which had resulted in their wine and cheese club that met whenever Peter came over for his mentorship with Tony. Natasha was known to join on occasion as she knew everything that happened in the tower and would never say no to expensive and more importantly free wine. Wanda joined but it was few and far between that she frequented the club. Often, she was busy doing her own thing and lately she had been too busy spending time with you.

Your only concern was May telling Pepper about … things and then pepper telling Tony who would no doubt end up telling everyone in the tower. For now, you just wanted things to be normal, or as normal as they could be right now.

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Part 8

[earlgreylatte]

Love To Highball

The Star Sapphire notices that Hal’s affections have strayed and decides you are to be its new host in order to mate with the aforementioned Green Lantern.

Coast City was once a bubbling metropolitan with a population that exceeded seven million, the busiest harbour on the west coast. Even while constantly being called into space, Hal liked being the hero of Coast City. Now he could only hope for days like that to return, if he even deserved it. Besides the liveliness of the city, another thing Hal missed about Coast City was the food. Prawns, lobster, pan seared salmon. God, he really missed that taco cart near his old apartment.

The Coast City of now was built over the rubble that hid the corpses of its old inhabitants, unable to be found.

It took a year of construction for the city to be rebuilt, but it was still nothing more than a ghost town, devoid of people. It was to be expected that no one would be jumping at moving, survivors included. After all, not every city has a cyborg Superman obliterate it.

But even then, Hal couldn’t call the city dead. Not when you were there.

He hadn’t been expecting you to move to the newly developed city, much less open a cafe where you’d be lucky to get a single customer.

When he asked, you only shrugged and said you didn’t need the money. He had already figured you could take the loss, trust fund kid you are, but he didn’t understand why you were basically tossing cash down the drain when you could be living it up anywhere else.

You said you liked the conversations you get, fostered by your empty little cafe.

Even Hal, who was never into the whole cafe scene, could admit he liked having you just to himself in a building that was covered in traces of you, from the cute little mugs you used, the posters decorating your walls, and the way you had more tea than coffee on your menu.

He’s broken from his reverie when you place his drink on the counter, arching his eyebrow when it’s clearly not the drink that he ordered.

“Uh, did you get my order mixed up with an imaginary customer or do you just not pay attention when I speak?” Hal asks, shooting you an amused glance, already used to you heckling him in the little ways.

“Usually the second one, but I’m tired of you always ordering drip coffee. I thought you were supposed to be adventurous, Mister Space Cop,” you retort leaning against the counter as he becomes increasingly aware of your proximity. “Besides, isn’t it pretty? A matcha latte with lavender, it’s green like you, too! And, I think you’re in need of something colourful, Highball.”

“Definitely colourful,” Hal remarks. “What would you serve Spooky?”

“Instant coffee or something, god knows he doesn’t care about taste,” you roll your eyes before nudging the mug closer to him, “Try it.”

Hal makes a show of sighing, reaching for his drink, “Better be on your dime, if you’re going to just do your own thing.”

“No way, you’re paying full price.”

“You said you didn’t care about the money, and you let Howie and Jane eat free,” Hal protests.

“Because they’re cute, despite being related to you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean? Are you saying I’m not cute, Miss Wayne?”

You place a fist against your mouth, humming in thought, “Well, maybe in a sad, old dog kind of way.”

Hal sputters. Yes, only you can toss him around the ring like this.

You continue your observation, reaching a hand to tousle his hair, “The way your hair is kind of growing out definitely isn’t helping you. Well, not that I dislike it.”

“Bit hard to keep track of haircuts with the life I’m living,” Hal retorts, lightly grabbing your wrist to release his hair. He holds it for a second, feeling the pulse beneath flesh before letting go.

He sees your eyes soften, as you furrow your brow in sympathy, “Hal—“

Whatever you’re about to say is interrupted when a pink explosion shatters the glass of your cafe, pushing you two and the surrounding tables back.

Hal blinks, ears ringing as he finds himself slumped on the group, back pressed against the counter that separated you two.

He tries to stand, placing a hand on your now crumbling floor, calling out your name, when a crisp and familiar voice rings out in the destruction.

“Oh, honey,” Star Sapphire, who was once again inhabiting the body of his ex-girlfriend and boss, Carol, stood in her full pink glory, gem shining proudly on her forehead, “You’re not cheating on me, are you?”

She thrusts a hand forward to grip his neck, as he groans out her name, barely believing she was here and possessed once again.

“Carol?”

She smirks, not in the confident, self assured way Carol always did, leaning in closer, until he could feel his breath mixing with her, “Yes.”

She kisses him before he can react, feeling the sheer power of the Star Sapphire injecting into his veins, paralyzing him, before a shot rings out and the woman is pushed away from, stumbling as she clutches the crystal embedded in her head.

You keep your shotgun pointed at the intruder, scratched and bruised, but alive and grinning, “Bullseye, but not enough to get that stone off, I guess.”

The other woman turns to you with fury in her eyes, “Know your place, you usurper!”

She raises her hand, pink light flaring out, strong enough to force you to avert your gaze, but before she can advance, green tendrils wrapped around her, pinning her wrists together.

“There’s enough of me to go around, ladies,” Hal jests, but the look on his face is anything but joking as he shoots you a glance. You duck out of the way.

“A queen does not share,” Star Sapphire rejects, writhing against her bonds.

“You can have him,” you reply, dropping your gun, already sore from her attack and the strain of having to actually pull out the weapon Alfred insisted you bring. God, your wrists hurt.

“Definitely going to circle back to the fact you’re packing heat, young lady,” Hal teases, tossing Sapphire out through the open whole of your wrecked cafe, far into the sky.

You follow him out of the cafe, rushing to keep up with the flying hero, “Talk to me, goose! Do you want me to call for backup?”

Hal chokes on a laugh. Damn, he regrets watching ‘Topgun’ with you.

“If your brother finds out I got you into this situation, I might have to skip out on this galaxy,” Hal denies, “Stay here, I’ll take care of her before you can even snitch on me.”

You scoff watching him fly off, constructing a baby Cupid to restrain Sapphire once again, “I mean, I have to call him. No way, I’m cleaning this up on my own, or using your dumbass constructs.”

“Carol, hang tight, I’m going to pry that rock off of you,” Hal reassures, nearly reaching her, before she presses her hands against the construct, melting it as she grins sinisterly.

“I feel a conflict,” Sapphire raises her arms, as she sends a strong shockwave to send Hal flying, “Your heart beats for another.”

She dives down, heading straight in your direction, “Her.”

The rock lifts from Carol’s head as she lets out a scream, the scarps of her outfit dissolving, you stumble against the broken pavement, making a break for it, “No, no way am I wearing that outfit—!”

You’re once again interrupted when you hear a disjointed voice call your name, “You are a body he desires.”

Carol falls out of the sky as the rock attaches itself to you, breaking down the barriers of your mind. “Why do you resist? I have read your mind. You will enjoy this. After all, you want him as much as I do.”

Hal curses, catching Carol, while wrapping her in a towel construct, watching as pink light swirls around you, already prepared for a renewed onslaught.

Carol calls his name, “I saw it all this time. I know what the Star Sapphire is. They come from Sector 1416, the Zamorans.”

Hal knew she was talking about the aliens that initially kidnapped her to be the host of their Queen, but neither were fully aware of their intentions, or the rock’s intentions with Hal.

Before they can continue, you cut in, coated in the glossy pink material Carol was wearing, skin he’s never seen before now revealed, smirking as you speak in a distorted bastardization of your voice, “Tell me, Hal, is this the body you prefer? It’s awfully yummy.”

Before Hal can reply, he has to evade a magenta laser, as you chase after him as he leads you out of the city. “I know you want me. I want you too, Hal Jordan. I want this whole planet. But first— I want you to drop the brunette!”

Hal does his best to ignore your voice, already beating himself up for putting you into this situation. Not that there’s much point, seeing as how your brother would give him a verbal lashing that would outdo any of the self deprecating thoughts he had.

“So, Wayne, huh? I’ve visited her cafe when I heard she moved. Should probably send her an apology card; for the cafe and having to deal with you,” Carol remarks from his arms, a certain edge in her voice.

“We’re not like that.” Hal responds, as your aggravated screams echo from behind him. He can feel the disbelieving stare Carol gives him.

Feeling the need to defend you two, he elaborates, “We both run in some of the same circles, she’s a good friend.”

Carol smiles ruefully, “Keep telling yourself that, Flyboy.”

Feeling you get closer, Hal sends another construct your way to slow your approach.

“You’ve chosen this body, haven’t you? So, I’ve taken it. I’m yours. Why do you still play games, Hal Jordan?” You call, before shooting a laser, ripping through the Green Cowboy he made. “Our union will be pleasurable.”

“I’ve gotta get that off her,” Hal states, frustrated with the cat and mouse game you’ve been playing thus far.

Carol speaks up. She recollects how she remembers all of the Sapphires moves when she was in control, and the memories of before. There was more than one Star Sapphire. That the Zamorans were once from Oa but left when the Guardians established the Corps. That they searched for something to match the rings, something that the Guardians would fear. And how they finally found it on the planet Zamoran, growing from the entangled skeletons of lovers, the Star Sapphire shined, born from the violet glow of love that continued in death. The moment they tried to grasp that rock, it attached itself to a Zamoran, taking three days to remove it. After that, they begun their experiments.

They chose Carol as one of them. It took control, before finding someone else, whoever Hal was with, seeking to mate and kill the Green Lantern of this planet so its spawn could take over, encasing every living cell with crystal. An act of protection, in their eyes. Hal shudders, he did not want you going all praying mantis on him, nice as you did look in pink.

Hal shakes his head, “Is that what the Zamorans think love is, Carol? Encasing life in crystal? Putting it in suspended animation? Love isn’t about control.”

Love was flowery green drinks and stupid movie references.

“The Zamorans think it is, Hal.” Carol reiterates.

“They’ve been isolated for billions of years. They’ve twisted what love means,” Hal disagrees.

“What does it mean? You’ve never even liked to say the word.” Carol bites.

He thinks of the way your eyes always seem to melt with emotion, fingers that brush against his cheeks before pinching down, as a mischievous laugh follows.

“Actions speak louder than words,” Hal deflects.

“For you, maybe.” Carol jabs, before slumping, the tension leaving her as the two see you catch up again. “So, Wayne? She’s the one, right? You’ve always had a soft spot for her, even before you…left.”

Hal stays silent for a moment, biting his lip. “…yes.”

“Enough teasing! Let’s find a spot!” You yell, using a burst of speed to tackle him, crashing into a hotel with a gaudy sign that read ‘Honeymoon’.

Hal could only use his ring to cushion Carol’s fall as you used your fist to strike him down, crashing against a rubble covered, Queen sized bed, as he lets out a moan of pain. From the corner of his eye, he can see two newly weds quickly evacuate the now broken room. Not the best start for their new lives together.

“What do you love, Hal Jordan? Do you love Earth?” You ask as you pounce on him pinning his wrists against the ground, as crystal begins to encase them, submerging his ring. “Do you love this ring? Do you love me?”

Yes.

You bring your hands up, covered by gloves that made your fingers resemble claws.

“I don’t do this on the first date, Miss Wayne.” Hal breathes out, watching as Carol approaches you, holding kindling from the ruined fireplace.

You smile down at him, and for a moment he can believe it’s really you that wants him, that he hasn’t fucked you over like he always does with everyone else.

“Oh, darling,” You smile turns feral as you run your fingers down his chest, tearing through his uniform. “…Super heroes don’t lie.”

Carol smashes the flaming log against your head, “You’ve never met Green Arrow.”

If you were yourself right now, you would probably share a tale how during a party, a drunk Oliver wandered to your room, threw up in your bed, and then promptly passed out. That much, Hal was sure of.

Using your distracted state, he breaks free from the crystals binding his wrists as you lay on the floor disoriented.

Before he can tell Carol to leave, she demands Hal to make her a suit. Heirs and their need to fight villains, Hal laments, encasing her in green light as you stumble to your feet.

“I kept Carol Ferris alive in case you changed your mind, but now I will burn her flesh—!” You cry out as Carol slams a fist into your chest, sending you through the wall and into the parking lot below.

“You should know better than to write checks you can’t cash out, Wayne!”

You hit her with a burst of violet light, slamming her into a car, “And green isn’t your colour!”

Hal picks up a car, decorated with a ‘Just Married’ sign, and crushes you with it, wincing even though he knew you would be without injury.

“That’s more your colour, right? That, or purple.” Hal snarks, knowing you couldn’t send back your usual remarks. Not until he got rid of that stupid rock. “…If you can hear me, I’m sorry.”

You struggled under the vehicle that pinned you down, “Hal..? What’s going on? Bruce is going to kill you when he finds out—!”

Hal shoots a laser down onto the rock, “Don’t roleplay. I know you’re in control until the jewel comes off.”

“I’ll be anyone you want,” you plead with teary eyes, but he only grits his teeth, trying to work the gem off you. “Hal…”

He’d make it up to you. Anything you wanted. Even if you asked him to pick a fight with Wonder Woman, he’d do it.

Carol calls his name but a portal emerges from above, blowing the two back. Zamorans, clad in pink armour appear, standing above your unconscious body.

Yes, today was definitely not his day. Or yours, seeing how they wanted to keep you and Carol as members of their corps for all time.

Hal quickly sends out a bomb of green light, knocking the intruders away as Carol approaches you with a discarded Zamoran spear.

“This is going to sting, Wayne.” She forces the blade down prying the rock off of you, the forced removal causing an explosion that knocks back Hal and the Zamorans.

You awaken with a killer headache while lying on rubble, fully nude. Carol isn’t any better, tossing you a t-shirt as she shucks on some granny pajamas. She actually might be better off than you, seeing how your shirt says ‘I am easy’.

“Don’t suppose you’re willing to switch?”

“Not on your life, Wayne.”

The two of you rush out of the parkade you were collapsed in, seeing Hal slumped down, the Zamorans pointing their spears towards his neck.

“You have power equal to the Guardians, Green Lantern. If you don’t allow the Star Sapphire to love you, we will force you to accept it in whatever way we deem,” they coldly remark.

“Hal!”

Before you can approach him, the discarded gem shoots out of the building behind you, encasing you and Carol in crystal, forcing you two to still, unable to even struggle.

“Choose your mate, Hal Jordan. I will make your fantasies come true,” The rock orders, “Carol Ferris. You’ve spent the best and worst days of your life with her.”

It calls your name as you watch a Zamoran slam Hal’s head into the ground, “She’s become your sanctuary. She lets you look to the future. Choose.”

“Choose someone. Okay.” Hal grits out, bringing a hand to grab the Zamoran restraining him. “C’mere, Gorgeous.”

He pulls the alien into a passionate kiss as Carol lets out a noise of disgust.

Hal has pretty good tongue game, it seems.

They pull away, with a string of salvia dripping from the aliens lips, “What are you doing, Guardian dog!?”

“Trying not to throw up,” Hal replies smugly.

“He has chosen neither of you,” The rock notes before zipping to the baffled Zamoran, sticking to her head despite her cries of protest

A new Star Sapphire emerges as the other Zamorans watching with dismay as they are forced to retreat with lest their ally becomes possessed for eternity.

“So, you threw a little affection, and the rock fell for it?” Carol asks in shock as Hal uses his ring to chip away the crystal that encased you two.

“I’m definitely telling everyone this,” You grin.

“That I saved you from being the host to love maniacs? Be my guest,” Hal laughs, relieved that your giggles fill the air.

After seeing Carol off, you two return to what’s left of your cafe.

“Guess I’ll have to temporarily close.” You remark, turning when Hal calls your name.

“I’m sorry. I put you on their radar, they might come back. I’m still stationed on Earth for now, so I’ll check the area regularly. I won’t let them ever pull something like this—!” You interrupt his rant by placing a finger against his lips.

“Hal, I’m from Gotham. I’m more than used to be held hostage by freaks. Was I ever possessed? No, but it’ll make a good story next time I go back home,” you smile.

How can you smile like that, he wonders.

“Don’t tell your brother?” He murmurs against your pointer finger.

“He probably knew the moment Sapphire blew us up,” you laugh, hands coming up to cradle his face as he groans in dismay.

“And we just got back on good terms. Guess I’m back on the naughty list.”

“Well, it was inevitable, don’t you think?” You spoke quietly, drawing his face closer to yours.

“What do you mean?” He whispers, barely able to force the words out before you press your lips against his.

He wraps his arms around your waist, drawing you in closer as he deepens the kiss.

When you let out a noise, Hal knows that he’s more than willing to have the entirety of the Bat clan after him when you fit so well in his arms.

From the ‘Mystery of the Star Sapphire’ issues by Johns! And yes, we have Bruce’s baby sis as the reader. I think she becomes a Blue Lantern in Blackest Night like Barry…and yes the cafe is ‘coffee talk’ inspired!

Also omg sometimes I check people’s blogs from my notifs if they have a cool name, and literally the second post was someone’s…thing. I was in the kitchen! My mother was ten feet away! God why!!!!

Masterlist

[dovelywind]

ꕥ| Rocket Raccoon & Nebula — GUARDIANS OF THE GALAXY

[pernillecfcw]

This is so cute Maika singing a Christmas carol 🥹💙

[notenotenotenote3]

the most chaotic crossover 💥

wn x legends of tomorrow x carol danver

[basicallyanotherwitchesthing]

Dallas Mayo (aka Gilbert Fox) Sorority Scandal; Carol Caine - The Secret Flesh - Midwood - 1968

[olsenmyolsen]

lifting the shorter one up so they can be seen in photos

But the opposite, with short but strong!R (or beefy!Kate/Yelena) lifting up the tall bombshell GF Wanda/Nat/Lizzie out of her way for a photo

The Widow Bites Concert

maroon master list . dark master list . request marvel master list . short n’ sweet master list

No Powers AU / Rockstar Band AU (Bishova)

Summary: Kate ends up going to her favorite band's show by herself. Que, a blonde named Lena.

Word Count: 3.5K

Content: Natasha, Wanda, and Carol are in a band, Fluff, Flirting, Awkward Flirting, Feelings, Soft Yelena

"Kate, I'm sorry!" It was the day of the concert, and Kate's friend America Chavez apologized over the phone for having to back out of their plans.

"I wish I could make it, but if I'm going to be anywhere near getting my doctorate soon, I have to go on this trip to Karma Taj with Dr. Strange." Kate rolled her eyes. A little playfully. A little annoyed. She bought tickets months ago to see one of her favorite bands, The Widow Bites, play at a local arena.

And she had confirmed beforehand with America so many times that she would still be going.

But leave to Chaevaz and her studies to make her bail.

"It's fine." Kate sighed into the phone. "Maybe I can sell the ticket or give it away or something." Money wasn't a problem for Kate, so it's not like she needed to sell the ticket.

"Promise me you'll still go!?" America pleaded over the phone. "I would hate for you to mope at your place all alone." Kate leans against the doorway to her kitchen.

She walks and talks whenever she gets on the phone.

"I don't mope," Kate said back defensively. "Kate," America replied. "You locked yourself in your room for two days when you found out the local ice cream place was closing."

"Well, it was unfair!"

"Kate, they found mice in the freezer!" Kate shrugged. "So! I know of a restaurant where the head chef is a rat!"

"Kate, for the last time, that's a movie, not a real place!" America sighed into the phone. "Look just please go to the concert! Have fun! They're your favorite band." Kate nodded into the phone. "Okay. I'll go. I'll go." She bounced off the doorframe. "By the way, I know the movie Ratatouille isn't real. It's animated. It's just based off a real story."

America didn't know whether Kate was joking, and she needed to get back to her studies, so she did what any friend would do and hung up.

"Hello? America?" Kate pulled the phone away from her ear and hummed as Kate's dog Lucky walked up with its leash in its mouth. "If only you could come with me," Kate said to the dog who tilted its head. "Ugh, what am I saying? You'd be the main star at the point, and the band wouldn't even come on stage!" Kate shakes her head at the golden retriever. "That's it, you're too cute. You can't come!"

Lucky dropped the leash from its mouth. Kate's eyes moved with it to the floor. "Alright. Alright. Damn. I'll take you out."

If the dog could roll its eyes, it would.

Regardless, a few hours later, Kate had arrived at the venue for the concert and was being directed by a security guard to her section.

Onto the floor.

Front row.

Well, she was supposed to be, but thanks to some last-minute outfit changes and the ability to yap on the phone with an old deaf man who had better things to do on his farm. She was late. Kate missed her early access sound check and the opportunity to be in the very front.

So, instead, she was a few rows behind.

Which didn't bum her out too much as the person standing beside her was a very attractive short blonde. The blonde wore an older cut-off band t-shirt, black jeans with holes cut into them, and black boots.

If Kate wasn't fruity before this should definitely would've bought an apple orchard.

"Hi," Kate said as she stood next to the woman who might be a few years older than her. The woman glances up and to her right before smiling. "Hi." The blonde said back with an accent.

Kate was drooling.

"I'm Kate," Kate said, sticking her hand out. Something she internally hated herself for. The blonde looked at the extended hand and Kate's face (and body) again before smiling as well and taking her hand to shake. "Hello, Kate. I'm Lena."

"Strong grip." Kate awkwardly chuckled before she and Lena let go. "I was- I was joking it was... It was fine! No good! The handshake was-" Kate stopped talking and turned away from the blonde. Hoping a sinkhole would open up and only take her as more people began to fill the room.

Kate was thankful that America and Lucky weren't here to see this.

However, Lena was fascinated with Kate.

"First time?" The blonde asked Kate, who wiped her ponytail and head around. "No, I've done it- I mean, shook hands before. Yes. I- I was just trying to make a joke earlier-" "Seeing the band?!" Lena clarified for everyone's benefit.

Kate shut her mouth before shaking her head. "I saw them two years ago in New Jersey." Lena's eyebrows shot up at that. "I was there too!" The blonde said, making Kate gasp. "Really!?" She questioned. "The show where Carol drummed so hard she broke the stick in half!?" Lena nodded and smiled. "It flew right over my head."

Kate remembers watching the stick fly into the audience from across the club. "Wow, that's insane!"

Lena nodded. "That place was smaller than here. I wonder how we didn't bump into each other." Lena said, eyeing up Kate once again.

Not that the younger woman noticed.

In fact, Kate shrugged. "I'm not sure, but we're here now." She said with a giant smile that Lena couldn't help but smile wide back at. "So, do you have a favorite song?" Kate asked as the place was about packed, making Lena scoot closer to Kate. Lena nodded as her eyes found Kate's. "Personally, I love Dinner & Vodka."

Kate gave a little bit of a surprised look at that. Not expecting Lena to pick a slow and acoustic song. "Wow, that's a good song! It deals with heavy themes." Lena nods. "Yeah, I cried the first time I heard it." She admits to Kate, making the taller woman give Lena an "awww."

Lena blushes and shakes her head. Kate smiles and leans closer. "So, do you believe the rumors that Natasha wrote that one for her sister as an apology for leaving her the second she turned 18?" Kate asks, not knowing that, yes, the rumor is true and she's talking to said sister.

Lena looks back at Kate. "Yeah, I believe it."

Kate nods. "Me too."

Kate glances around the room at the number of people, while Lena looks at Kate's side profile and inches herself closer. "What about you? What's your favorite song?" Lena asks, but before Kate can answer, the lights flash above the stage, making the crowd cheer and scream around them.

Kate's eyes go wide with excitement as she turns to face Lena. Who makes the same facial expression in return. But Kate doesn't forget the questions as she moves even closer to Lena. So close, in fact, that their arms are pressed against one another. "Honestly, I love all their songs, but for some reason..." She pauses as if scared to admit it. Lena throws up one of her eyebrows, waiting. "I think their cover of Heads Will Roll is my absolute favorite." Kate finally says with a shy smile.

The blonde looks at her with a large smile after hearing this. "That's hilarious." She says, making Kate's mouth drop. "Did you not hear me when I said I love all their songs?!" Lena laughs and nods. "I did! But I'm just saying I love that you love their covers so much!" Kate laughs because Lena's laugh is so damn infectious, and she looks cute when she scrunches her face.

"Oh man, Natasha is going to love that," Lena says as she turns back to face the stage. Kate, hearing that, tilts her head, confused, and looks to Lena to ask for clarification, but the roar from the crowd as the lights go out makes it impossible.

Kate spins her head towards the stage, and as the fog creeps in around the stage and the slow drumming from Carol starts thumping her body, Lena can't help but smile and watch Kate.

Especially when red lights come down and shine on each band member before Carol kicks it up and starts wailing on the drums as the lights go wild around them.

The crowd follows suit, and you'd be surprised to hear yourself think as they scream for The Widow Bites.

As the show rocks on and Kate watches her favorite band kick ass, she feels a hand grab her arm. It's Lena. "Yeah?!" She yells over the music as Lena scoots closer and rises on her tiptoes to yell into Kate's ear. "I'm going to grab a drink. Do you want anything?" Kate is a little taken aback by Lena's niceness and goes to shake her head to be polite, but she is severely thirsty. "A water, if you don't mind."

Lena smile. "I'll be back."

With that, the blonde disappears, and she's gone for the remainder of the current song. And then the next one. And the next one. By the time the fourth song since Lena left begins to start, she is looking around, worried and panicked for her new hot friend.

Wait, who said hot? Did you say hot?

"Here!" Kate snaps back and takes the water bottle from Lena as she holds it out to her and pushes her way back neck to Kate. "Dude, where did you go!?" Kate yells over the music, taking the after bottle from the blonde's green-painted fingernails. Lena hears the tone and smiles. "Were you worried about me?"

Kate pretends not to hear her over the music and turns back to the stage with pink on her cheeks.

Lena laughs and bumps Kate's shoulder, gathering her attention briefly. "Sorry, there was some drunk asshole at the merch line. I was going to surprise you with something, but I had to deal with the guy." Kate's eyes soften as she looks at Lena. "Oh!" She says, a little surprised and a little... she wouldn't know what word to use, but butterflies were definitely happening. "That's okay! And thank you! I was just making sure you were alright!" Lena smiled and laughed. "I'm alright." She says, looking into the taller girl's eyes before Natasha ends the song and starts talking to the crowd.

"You know, looking out into the crowd, I swear I see some familiar faces!" Natasha says as she walks from one end of the stage to the other. Her eyes quickly find her sisters before she looks at the taller person beside her. She hides a smirk and bites down the need to embarrass her sister while Kate's mouth drops at being looked at by THE NATASHA ROMANOV!

"She looked at me!" She squeals, making Lena laugh. "And you!" Kate says, grabbing Lena's arm and cheering for her. Lena's eyes look at the fingers gripping her before looking back up to Kate with a puppy dog look.

She was starting to become very down bad, barking at the gym or whatever that lyric was.

As Natasha starts talking to her bandmates about what song they should do next. (Even though it's all pre-planned.) Lena starts talking as Kate still has yet to let go of her arm. "You know..." Lena was enjoying Kate and her personality. She was cute and charming and had a smile that made Lena feel all the things. "I have an extra backstage pass for after the show... You can come if you want."

Kate looks to her left with a more than shocked expression before nodding furiously. "Yes! Yes! Oh my gosh!" Before Lena knows it Kate is crashing into her and wrapping her arms around her new best friend.

Ahh, the classic friends-to lovers.

Lena smiles and laughs as Kate squeezes her before the hug stops. "I don't know how I'll be able to thank you! I would take you out for ice cream, but my favorite place closed a while ago!" She yells over the music as the concert slowly fades into the background, and Lena and Kate only look at one another. "You don't need to thank me!" Lena tells her but secretly hopes that tonight won't be the last time she sees Kate.

Kate vibrated with happiness before turning back to the stage. Her arm was still wrapped around the blonde.

Lena slowly pulled her eyes from the side profile of Kate before she looked to the stage to see a smirking Natasha.

Lena makes a motion with her head that Natasha nods to, and later in the night, when they come back out for an encore, the band plays Kate's favorite.

"Oh my gosh!" Kate said louder than she meant to as she and Lena walked through a hallway after the show, towards the green room. The concert had made it hard for Kate to tell whether she was speaking normally or yelling.

Not that Lena minded.

As they walked through the hall, crew members and security nodded toward the blonde as she walked in front of Kate.

They all respected Natasha's younger sister and were always happy to have her come to shows.

"I can't believe this! Seriously, thank you!" Kate said as she sped up to stay step in step with the shorter woman. Lena looked up and over with a smile. "It's no problem."

"Still!" Kate said. "Backstage passes are like notoriously hard to get." Lena flicked her eyes up and nodded. "Yeah, but I have connections..."

Also, before you ask, it's not like Yelena Belova was hiding who she was or lying to Kate. She just got tired of people trying to get to her sister and the band and not knowing her.

But with Kate, she feels- she hopes it will be different.

However, the moment of truth is just around the corner.

"Fuck you!" Kate and Lena move flat against the wall as You and Wanda Maximoff come around the corner after another one of your fights.

Wanda swears she saw you flirting with someone while she was on stage, but after the millionth time of telling her it was an old friend of yours you were talking to, you got tired of it and wanted to leave. "When you want to apologize and make up, call me!" You shout as you groan and turn away from the brunette in a red corset.

Your eyes flash to Kate and then Yelena's as you go to walk away.

Wanda watches you, her girlfriend, leave and storm out the double doors at the end of the hallway before she turns to her friend and guest.

Kate swallows from watching what should have been a private interaction.

Wanda wipes her eyes before putting on a smile. "Hey." She says through a breath as she turns and puts an arm around Lena to hug her. "Sorry, you had to see that." Lena shrugs.

It wasn't the first time, and it wouldn't be the last.

"Umm, Wanda, this is my friend Kate." Kate looks between a member of her favorite band and her new friend. She thinks she's dreaming and has no idea how the blonde knows the band.

And yet she steps forward and extends her hand to Wanda. "Hi Kate, I'm Wanda." Kate closes her eyes, embarrassed. "Sorry, you're Wanda. I'm Kate." She chuckles and opens her eyes to see Wanda laughing and Lena smiling. "I'm sorry, but how do you know each other?! Am I missing something? Also, I always thought you..." She points at Wanda. "Were with Natasha."

Lena makes a disgusted face while Wanda covers her mouth as she laughs. "Oh god, no!" She then crashes into Lena's side. "Looks like you got a WandaNat truther." Lena rolls her eyes and pushes Wanda away. She chuckles and moves back to Kate's side.

Lena bites her lip as Kate keeps her eyes on her, waiting for her other questions to be answered. "You don't really think my sister and Wanda got together, do you?"

Kate's mouth drops, shocked as the bomb drops. She puts a hand to her head and breathes, looking at a nervous Lena and a smiling Wanda.

After a few moments, she lightly laughs. "Well, NOW I don't think Wanda and Natasha slept together."

Once again, Lena makes a face of disgust.

Wanda laughs and senses a conversation needing to be had between the two younger women. "I'll go let your sister know you're here." She says, retreating back to the green room. Kate watches Wanda walk until she disappears around the corner before looking at the blonde beside her.

"You're Natasha's sister?!" She questions, making Lena nod. "Lena... Yelena..." Kate sighs. "That makes sense." Yelena nods, and Kate looks over her face.

She wants to question why Yelena didn't tell her, but she can figure it out. Celebrities and fame make people lie and hurt other people.

Kate scoots closer to Yelena as they stand against the hallway wall. Her shoulder bumping the blondes. "I get it. I get you not telling me." Yelena looks over to Kate and smiles a little bit. "I just..." Yelena starts. "Since Natasha and I have become close again, people don't want me..." Kate looks over with a sad smile forming on her face. "They either figure out who I am or know it before I know them, and then they try and use me."

"I didn't, and I wouldn't." Kate quietly says as she turns her body to Yelena's—the blonde nods. "I know. I knew from the moment I met you in the crowd." Yelena smiles, making Kate smile.

"You're different," Yelena whispers, forcing pink to rise on Kate's cheeks. "Sorry." She then says into the space between them, but Kate shakes her head. "No, don't be." She bites her lip. "I enjoyed tonight. With you. And I like hearing what you say..." She smiles, which turns slightly into a smirk.

Yelena feels like she can tell where this is going, but Natasha, Carol, and Wanda show up around the corner before anything can happen.

Kate and Yelena straighten themselves out and turn towards the trio.

Natasha ignores the sexual tension between Kate and Yelena and runs towards her sister to hug her tightly. "I thought you weren't going to make it tonight!" Yelena hugs her sister back and laughs. "Natasha, I always say that whenever you're in town, and I'm always joking."

Kate's ear pick that up. "You live in the city?" Kate questions Yelena, making everyone look in between her and Kate as Natasha exits the hug.

Yelena awkwardly nods. "I live and work in the city," Natasha smirks. "Looks like you two will have some fun talking later." She winks to her sister before moving forward to Kate. She clears her throat. "Thank you for coming to our show." Kate lifts her hand up as her eyes look over Natasha in steel-toe boots, fishnets, and black leather shorts that go well with her white crop top. Kate swallows before glancing towards Yelena and back. "It's to meet Yelena's sister." She smiles at Natasha as Carol nudges Wanda behind her. "Oh, she's good." 

Wanda agrees. "Look at Yelena's smile... Oh, now she's looking at us."

Yelena shakes her head. "Yes, we can all hear you." Natasha nods and smiles at Kate, then Yelena, and back to the dark-haired woman. "Break her heart. I'll break your neck."

"Natalia!" Yelena exclaims, but that does nothing as Kate nods out of fear. She and Yelena aren't even dating as of this moment, but she still understands the message. "Go-got it."

Natasha smiles. "So, do you want a picture or anything before we head back to the green room? It's kind of an NDA space so no photos and video in the room."

Kate nods and pulls out her phone. Shaking it a little before Carol snatches it and looks Kate over. "Hmm. Ever been with a drummer?" She flirts, causing Wanda to push Carol. "You're married." Carol turns back. "Yes, but unlike you, Maria wouldn't mind."

"Both of you stop." Natasha takes the phone as the three of them surround Kate. Natasha holds up her arm, getting ready to take some selfies, but Kate looks to her left and right and doesn't see Yelena.

She then turns full all the way around to see Yelena looking extra small behind her. "Come on. I want a picture with you, too!" Kate laughs as she pulls Yelena forward in front of her.

"Oh great, now we can only see Yelena's head." Natasha jokes. "Ha ha ha." Yelena dryly speaks. "You sure missed your calling a comedian."

Kate smiles at the interaction between siblings before she looks up at the phone camera.

Yelena does the same and gets an idea.

"Natasha, now!" Yelena yells as she wraps her arms around Kate's waist and lifts her up to be seen. Everyone quickly moves with this plan, smiling and posing in a thousand different ways.

The picture of Kate laughing in her arms is still Yelena's favorite picture to this day.

And on the flip side, when they switched, the picture of Lena laughing in her arms is still Kate's favorite picture to this day.

dividers by @/benkeibear

[illdowhatiwantthanks]

Hey! Can I request a Carol Danvers x sibling!reader who has autism and Carol is protective of them?

Hey there, anon! Not sure this is exactly what you were looking for... it's more Carol being big-sisterly than protective exactly, but I'm pleased with how it ended up. Hope you enjoy! –illdowhatiwantthanks

Find Your People

Carol Danvers x autistic!sibling!reader Warnings: general discussion of homophobia, explicit language (let me know if I've missed anything!) Word count: 1.8k

Summary: You've always struggled with making friends, but you're feeling particularly left out these days. But your old sister, Carol, is back home on break from the Air Force Academy, and she's here to help you feel better.

You stared at the picture on your phone, holding your thumb over it to keep it in place. There was no doubt about what it was–all your friends, together, without you. You tried to rationalize it. Maybe they were doing something they knew you wouldn’t like. Maybe they didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. But deep down you knew the truth: it was probably you who made them uncomfortable.

You felt like you should cry, but you never really knew how to. It’s not that you didn’t feel things, exactly, it’s that when you felt something, you just thought about it a lot. You turned it over and over inside of you, like if you just looked hard enough at it, if you just examined it enough, you could figure out why whatever was going on inside you was so different from everyone else.

You heard a knock on your open door and your head shot up. It was your older sister, Carol. She was home for the holidays after her first semester in the Air Force Academy, and she seemed… different. Not in her spirit, not in who she was–that was the same as always. But her body was stronger, leaner, and you could tell that she’d finally found a place where she fit. Where she felt like who she was and what she wanted were good things. Where other people wanted the same things. And, even though you were happy for her, you missed her. And you knew in your heart, she’d never be back. Not in the same way. Not always.

So it’d just be you, alone in this house, in this place. With your mom who acted like it was still the ‘50s. With your dad who was disappointed in how you’d turned out, even though he tried to hide it. Going to Mass on Sunday where you didn’t fit. Going to school during the week where you didn’t fit. And then sitting in your room, “playing” around with your robotics, as your parents called it, instead of making friends.

“Go away, Carol,” you snapped, pulling your knees to your chest and turning away.

“Ouch,” she shot back good-naturedly, coming in and sitting on the edge of your bed. “And this is how you treat a returning war hero?”

“You’re not a war hero, you’re just in pilot training,” you mumbled. “Also, fuck the military. And fuck capitalism.”

“Okay, well…” Carol chuckled and grabbed the side of your head, pulling you in for an awkward hug. “I’m giving Uncle Sam ten years so I can get out of here without drowning in loans, but then I’ll fuck capitalism with you.”

You moved further away from her. All Carol wanted was to get away from here. Away from you.

“You going to the football game tonight?” she asked, running a hand through her hair.

You traced the patterns on your quilt, thinking about the pictures your friends were posting from the stadium. “You know I’m not,” you whispered.

She shrugged. “You could. You know, if you wanted to.”

“No. I can’t.” Your voice was getting louder now, and you felt your face growing red. “It’s too loud, and there are too many people. And nobody wants me there anyway.”

“You don’t know that.”

Now you really felt like you could cry. “Actually, I do.”

You and Carol sat in silence for a few minutes, you picking at the fabric of your quilt and Carol watching you. After a while, Carol hooked her pinky with yours and you sniffed, looking away.

Her voice was quiet now, kind. “You’ll find your people, Y/N. They’re out there.”

“I just…” You sighed and tugged on your earlobe, a nervous tick. “I wish I could be like everyone else. It’s so easy for them to make friends and I… I don’t understand what I’m doing wrong. Something’s wrong with me, Carol.”

“Hey,” she said, tilting her head so you had to look her in the eyes. “Nothing is wrong with you. You’re the coolest person I know.”

You seemed unconvinced, so Carol laid it on harder.

“Look, they don’t know what they’re missing out on, okay? I used to think something was wrong with me, too. But I just had to find people who were like me.”

“Really?”

“Really. Why don’t we go out tonight, huh? Just me and you? I want to hang out with you.”

You rolled your eyes. “You’re just saying that because you’re my sister.”

“I’m not,” she insisted, dragging you off your bed. “Who else could I talk to about plane mechanics?”

Your face lit up. “You got to see the engines?!”

“I learned all about the engines. Come on, we can go to the diner. I bet no one’s there because they’re all at the game.”

Breakfast for dinner at Pat’s was a tradition for you and Carol. She’d started taking you after she got her driver’s license, to get you out of the house when your parents were fighting. You were old enough now that your parents fighting was old news, but the tradition had stayed alive.

You’d been so many times that the nighttime waitress knew your order. Banana pancakes for you, with extra whipped cream, and the Thursday special for Carol–an English muffin topped with scrambled eggs and cheese with grits and sausage on the side. They always made it for her, even if it wasn’t Thursday.

You cut your pancakes into careful triangles, feeling better already. There wasn’t much that pancakes couldn’t make better. You watched Carol salt and pepper her grits and felt a surge of love for her. She really did like you. She didn’t have to hang out with you, but she did anyway. Carol was your person. And if she’d found people in the Air Force, well, maybe you’d find people somewhere out there, too.

“You found people in the Academy?” you asked her, mumbling through a mouthful of pancake.

“What?”

Oh, right, you thought. Context. “At the Air Force. Did you find your people?”

“Oh, um…” She thought about it for a bit too long. She wasn’t trying to find the answer, you realized. She already had it. She was trying to decide whether or not to share it with you.

“Carol.” She startled and blushed a bit as you stared at her. “I can tell you’re hiding something. I’m not stupid.”

“I don’t think you’re–”

“What happened? Did you get a boyfriend or something, and you’re afraid Mom and Dad will find out? I won’t tell, I promise.”

She bit her lip and exhaled deeply, just watching you. She glanced around the diner, then leaned toward you, her voice low and shaky. “I got… I got a girlfriend.”

“Oh,” you said, the words bouncing around in your skull until they finally sunk in and made sense. “Oh.”

Carol looked worried, almost scared. She was never scared. You didn’t know what to say, how to make her feel not scared. You weren’t good with feelings, even your own. You decided just to treat the revelation of Carol having a girlfriend the way you’d treat the news of her having a boyfriend.

“What’s her name?” you asked.

Carol visibly relaxed and, for just a brief moment, you saw the shine of tears in her eyes, but she knew you better than anyone. Knew that neither you nor her were very comfortable with crying. She beamed at you.

“Maria.”

“Maria what?”

“Maria Rambeau.”

You nodded approvingly, taking another bite of pancake. “That’s a badass name. Is she in the pilot program, too?”

Carol nodded, growing more and more comfortable, even diving back into her bowl of grits. “She’s so strong. Way stronger than me. And smart. And beautiful.”

At these last words, she blushed and looked around, as if afraid of being overhead. And for good reason. Bethany, Massachusetts, was not the place for a girl to like girls. All these small-town people with small-town minds, going to Mass every Sunday just like their parents had and their parents before them. Your father had hit you just once in your life, and it was after you’d said you didn’t believe in God, that the idea of a higher power didn’t make any sense.

You’d kept your religious beliefs, or lack thereof, to yourself since, except with Carol who said you were probably right.

“Can I meet her sometime?” you asked.

“I hope so,” she said, and you could tell by the tenor of her voice that she really meant it. “I think you would like her, and she would like you.”

You wrinkled your nose. “Why?”

Carol shrugged, chewing thoughtfully. “I don’t know exactly. She’s just… she’s a no-bullshit kind of person, you know? Like you. What you see is what you get. You don’t have to guess where you’re at with her. It’s nice. Refreshing.”

After you finished your meal and a long conversation about the particulars of fighter jet engines, Carol left some cash on the counter, and you followed her out to her old pickup truck, clambering into the passenger seat. She paused and looked at you, the key resting in the ignition.

“Y/N?” she asked, her voice hesitant again.

“Yeah?”

“Could you not tell Mom and Dad? About Maria?”

You met her eyes, fully, for the first time that evening. “I would never.”

She nodded, and you waited for her to start the car, but she still just stared into the distance.

“Do you think I’m going to hell?” Her voice was so quiet you almost couldn’t hear it.

“No,” you said bluntly. “I don’t believe in hell.”

At this, she started laughing, out of relief or amusement you didn’t know.

“Even if I did,” you continued as she started the car and peeled out of the parking lot. “Loving someone seems like a stupid thing for God to send someone to hell for.”

“It does, doesn’t it?”

“And wouldn’t everyone else who was like you be down there, too? I don’t know, if I were Satan, I wouldn’t punish people for being like me. Wouldn’t I just be like, ‘Yes! These are my kind of people!’ I think if there was a hell, it’d just be a big party with people who don’t like going to Mass.”

She ruffled the hair at the top of your head and you squirmed away, a bit too late. “You’re pretty smart, you know that?” she said, smiling softly at you.

“Yeah.”

“You’re gonna find your people, Y/N. I promise. And, until then, you’ve got me.”

“Only until then?”

Carol chuckled and shoved your shoulder. “You dork. After that, too.” And you knew that even when she was far away, even when she was hurtling through the air or holding hands with Maria, or laughing with her friends at the Air Force Academy, there was a part of Carol that was yours and always would be yours. Because she was your sister. She was your person. And you were hers.